Morning purple sky
becomes a thick icy
fog consuming the
landscape until
the only path,
the only way forward
is through the white veil
with eyes closed and
the future in my hands.
Poem – Morning purple sky
Morning purple sky
becomes a thick icy
fog consuming the
landscape until
the only path,
the only way forward
is through the white veil
with eyes closed and
the future in my hands.
7 responses to “Poem – Morning purple sky”
Beautiful evocative words accompanied by great photos. Take that leap of faith eyes tight shut!! Great post!! xxx
Willow – thank you so much for the kind words. Next time I will get a photo of the sunrise, it was a sight to see. But I was driving and it quickly became the fog.
Yes you have to be careful when driving!
Even though it is a cliche, the sunrise and sunsets. are definitely painted by a higher energies hands.
Yes I believe there is a God you just have to look around you , the miracles that surrounds from a tiny bud to a human baby or any baby, and so it goes on! 😉
We are made of it and we swim within it. It is everywhere we have been, we are going, and where we are now.
Yes that is a lovely way to put it. Be blessed in 2014 xx